Blush of the Blossoms

I cherished time walking through Cherry Blossoms, And when it is to turn pink, it’s mind-blowing. It’s like a pink rug situated on both sides in Kyoto, Experiencing the Promised Land while having Cotto. I love observing the farmland plowing, The fields appreciate him by bowing. I am dismayed at the strangers who see me trespass, Imagine them complaining so fast to the gran who owes the meadow. Envisioning her catching me while I'm passing through her swath, She solicits me if I'm trying to display this as my path. Visualizing my agitation after I get busted, Then the old wrinkled gran will make me entrusted. For sure assign me to babysit the offspring, I’ve to make him feel like a king, Oh God! I cannot envisage it!